Sawyer arrived at the church forty-five minutes before the service was scheduled to start. He sat in the back of the chapel, where he usually slid a minute or two before the pastor stood up to speak.
Today, though, he really needed some answers.
Jeri’s proposal—and he used that term literally—felt utterly insane to him. He understood the basic premise, even though she’d gone on to explain a lot more. She’d come inside his cabin instead of going inside hers, and she’d shown him the newspaper articles about the accident at her build site.
She’d told him a story—a long one—about a man named Brenden Evans, her former foreman and the cause of the accident. But she, as owner, had taken the fall. And it was a hard fall, and a long fall, and Sawyer knew she was still picking up all the pieces.
